Abraham Lincoln said, “If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend six sharpening my axe.”
Preparation. I like that, but here’s my question: How could one even get started were it not for coffee?
Or am I just a lousy-morning person? Probably. I’ve always been a night owl, since my wee days as an aspiring author, back when pacifiers were an amazing distraction. (I gave those up years ago.)
I swear, sometimes I want to skip the whole brewing thing and go right to chewing on the beans.
I awoke this morning, as Arlo Guthrie once sang, “…hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things!”
Then I had a cup of coffee. Then I had a second cup of coffee. And I thought, “You know, I’m just about ready to dig into work and ge—” Then I had a third cup of coffee.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhh………… Yes, now I’m ready to get down to some serious work. Now I’ve sharpened my axe… err… brain.
Do you have a guilty pleasure that functions also as grease for your mental wheels?
Well, you can go right to chewing the beans when they are covered in chocolate. Love me some of those beans! Also love me coffee, every morning without fail. I’m a bear without it, always have been, always will be.
Oh man! I wish you hadn’t told me about chocolate-covered coffee beans. How is it I haven’t heard of those before?
Thanks for stopping by, Charlotte, but I shall now try to wipe choco— err… CCCB… right out of my mind.